Acrostic poetry...

In a moment of ridiculousness, and in an effort to see us through to the New Year without going mad from grief at the lack of tennis, I have come up with an idea for a new game based on acrostic poetry. An acrostic poem is one where the first letter of each line spells a word downwards. To make it a game, the person who completes a poem has to then suggest a word or phrase for the next poem, and so on... The poems have to link to the theme of the word/phrase.

This may well be a complete disaster - however it may also reveal hitherto untapped reservoirs of creativity in the MW camp!

To begin

Many times, in sheer desperationUnbidden despairing thoughtsRose in my mind."Rusedski and HenmanAre all we have!You fool! Dreams ofSlams and Master's titlesWill come to nought!"Oh, but what light breaks, nowRising like a pale, touslehaired dawn toLight our way and rekindle lostDreams? Hope - thy name is Murray.

Shallowville is a place where naked ladies are housed.How often do people go there so that they can feel aroused?Alas it seems it is a very common trip for all.Looking and leering at ladies in their smalls.Like all good men before us,Of course, some ladies too.We can't help but looking when someone might be in the nudeVarieties of ladies. Of race and shape and sizeIt's not just a thread for blokes. Girls pop in to criticise"Look! Her boobs are funny" and"Look at her big bum"Even though it is annoying, we only want to join in the fun!

Aww **** my head hurts todayLast night was great tho' - well I think so anywayCannae really mind much after 9Or if I went back to his, or he came back to mineHope I can make into work todayOch I'll pull a sickie.... not much they can sayLife in the fast lane, eh?

Families stick with you, their door is never shutAnd offer help when things go wrong butMany families have someone to whom they never speakIn spite of troubles they’re silent from week to week.Life is short so try once more to callYou should make up and it’ll be better for you all.

Christ doesn't seem fussed about Christmas...He's never in Tesco amongst the mince pies and mulled wine,Racking up the DVDs, Nintendo Wiis and Playstation 3sIn fact - you'd wonder if he cares at all?Surely if you have a day named after you, you should make an effortTo join in with the fun? Drink to much? Stuff your guts?Maybe he's got something more important to do, somewhere to beAnd couldn't take the time.Still, nevermind, we'll have fun regardless - pass me another chocolate santa!

"Don't know his name... We'll never see her face...All we know was that someone was thinking about us today.You'll never guess what my family got for Christmas this year!"